"Lin Yu, your plan sounds very tempting, but it is very difficult to operate, and it can even be said to be impossible."
"Jalen Rose, one of the top five, entered the league with the 13th overall pick in 1994. As a sophomore, he averaged 10 points and 6 assists per game, shooting 48% from the field. He is a forward-guard swingman with unlimited potential."
"We, the Bullets, simply don't have the leverage to trade such a high-value rookie."
Unseld quickly pointed out the flaws in Lin Yu's plan, while Paulin next to him smiled and said nothing.
Lin Yu took the conversation calmly and said: "Jalen Rose's value is indeed very high, but we can exchange it for George Mulesan."
"A center who is the highest in history averaging 14.5 points, 9.6 rebounds and 2.3 blocks per game. The key is still so young. Trading for Jaylen Rose is not difficult at all."
"As for the remaining two tigers, as far as I know they are all unemployed now. We only need basic salary to sign them."
George Mulesan is the current center of the Bullets. He is 231 centimeters tall and averaged close to 15+10+2 per game last season. Even in this heyday of centers, he is definitely qualified to be among the top ten in the league. Among the center forwards.
Pauline couldn't help but laugh, "Boy, George can of course be replaced by Jaylen Rose. What happens after the replacement? We don't have a center and the team's record plummets."
"You don't think those fans come to watch the game because the Fab Five lose, do you?"
Facing the successive questions from Unseld and Paulin, Lin Yu remained calm. These questions were all expected by him.
"Mureesan does not fit into the offensive and defensive system of our Bullets, no one can deny this."
"His movement speed, whether moving laterally or retreating from defense, is extremely slow. How many times in a Bullets game did the opponent's center score a goal because Muresan was unable to get to the basket immediately?"
"Even because of his poor lateral quickness, he sometimes hinders Webber's drive to the basket."
"I don't deny that Muresan is an excellent center, he is just not suitable for our Bullets."
What Lin Yu said was reasonable, and Unseld and Paulin had no way to refute it this time.
"Lin, do you know the reason why I chose Mu Leisang? Yes, it was because of Mu Tiezhu."
"I have played against Tiezhu, and I am very aware of his defensive power at the basket with his size. Facts have proved that my vision was correct. I only used a second-round pick to select an outstanding center like Muresan. "
"I admit that he is not perfect, but his ability to protect the rim is at least among the top five in the league. Without him, you have witnessed with your own eyes the tragedy of our four-game losing streak."
"In fact, there is no truly perfect player in this world, and Muresan is already our optimal solution."
Unseld patiently explained to Lin Yu that if the effect of sympathy with brothers was not so amazing, with his irritable character, he would have knocked Lin Yu out with a broom.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yu grinned.
"In fact, we do have a perfect center. At least for the Bullets, he is perfect."
"Who?" Paulin asked curiously.
"Ben! Ben-Wallace!"
The name Lin Yu said made Unseld smile bitterly.
Ben is the player he personally selected, perfect or not. Doesn’t Unseld know that clearly?
He has no offensive ability with the ball at all, and his offense at the basket is almost negligible. His free throw ability is not as good as that of most high school players. He is extremely short and is not a center at all. No matter how you look at it, Ben is definitely not perfect. Related.
If O'Neal's center talent is like God chasing after him to feed him, then Big Ben's center talent is like God chasing after him to feed him shit.
"Kid, times have changed."
"I signed him six months ago with selfish motives. I saw the shadow of myself when I was young in him."
"It's a pity that we are no longer in the ancient barbaric era. The era of short, powerful insiders like us has completely come to an end."
Unseld's tone was full of helplessness and sadness. He sometimes envied other insider stars of his generation. At least they could have a nominal successor.
For example, the successor of quadruple-double great Nate Thurmond is Hakeem Olajuwon, who was a big dream at the beginning of his career.
And Unseld has no idea of a successor. He is like a widower with no one to burn paper money after he dies of old age.
Lin Yu shook his head repeatedly, "No, sir, times have not changed!"
"Please give me one week, just one week, I can prove that short power insiders still have a stage!"
"I can prove that if Mr. Unseld can return to his peak, he will still be a terrifying bone-crusher under the basket!"
Unseld stared at Lin Yu blankly. Even though he thought Lin Yu was completely crazy, he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.
"Pop!"
Paulin stood up from his seat with difficulty and clapped his hands and applauded Lin Yu's words.
"Wonderful! It's really wonderful!"
"I finally understand why Wes looks at you differently."
"Kid, you're really in the wrong business. If you become a politician, maybe you'll have a seat in the Washington State Legislature."
"Muresan is injured and will be out for at least a week. I really can't think of any reason to reject you."
"In the next week, we have three home games. Boy, I hope you can bring some surprises to my old bones."
After saying this, old Paulin left tremblingly.
"Does the boss agree?" Lin Yu was shocked. Even though the result was within his expectation, it still made him excited.
I am going to become the head coach of an NBA team!
"I really don't know whether to call you smart or stupid."
"Don't be too happy yet. Have you ever thought about what will happen to you if you lose all three home games?"
"Paulin is not a philanthropist. His money will definitely not support idle people. By then you may not even be able to be a teaching assistant."
Unseld looked worried. He was worried about Lin Yu's next situation.
Lin Yu, on the other hand, looked optimistic, "Losing all three games? How is that possible?"
"With a three-star lineup like Webb, Howard and Strickland, it's impossible to lose all three games without a dog on the sidelines."
"Forget it, a kid like you just hasn't experienced a real beating."
"If it were as easy as you said, why would we suffer four consecutive defeats?"
"Now I can only pray that God is with you, so that you can at least continue to be your assistant coach."
"Come hang out with me. Your outfit is really shabby. I don't want the fans to think I've hired a bum as my coach during home games."
Lin Yu took a look at his suit. It was wrinkled and had a few threads sticking out of the cuffs. It looked like it was a discount item from a hypermarket that cost no more than a hundred dollars.
He did not refuse the old Bone Crusher's kindness and followed him to the most prosperous commercial street in Washington.
Originally, the old bone crusher wanted to customize a decent suit for Lin Yu, but unfortunately there was a home game tomorrow night and there was no time to rush, so he simply bought a suit in a clothing store, worth 1,200 US dollars.
"Yes, youth is good. This suit looks like it costs ten thousand dollars when you wear it."
"Well, it seems like there's something missing?"
"Watch! That's right, how can a man not have a watch? Let me give you a Rolex!"
The old bone crusher didn't care whether Lin Yutong agreed or not. He dragged him into the luxury store and chose a basic Rolex for another five thousand US dollars.
In the 1990s, the purchasing power of more than US$6,000 was astonishing, enough to buy a second-hand Cadillac in good condition.
Lin Yu looked at the sturdy old man in front of him, and felt infinite gratitude in his heart. A drop of kindness must be repaid with a spring. The old bone crusher has helped him so much, and he must repay him no matter what in the future.
…
At nine o'clock the next morning, under the leadership of Unseld, Lin Yu came to the team's training ground.
There is a home game against the Boston Celtics tonight, and the Bullets held a routine training camp in the morning.
"Come here and meet your new coach."
Unseld shouted loudly, calling all the players to his side.
Lin Yu looked intently at the strange but familiar players, King Chris Webber, Nook Juwan Howard, Speedy Strickland, General Harvey Grant, "Carl" Chaney, "Leg Brother" "Tim Legler.
Giant George Muresan is of course the most eye-catching. Although he was injured, he still showed up at the training ground.
In the NBA, as long as there are players with nicknames, they have something to some extent. For example, General Grant, he is the younger brother of Cobra Grant, the power forward of the first dynasty of the Bulls. A few years ago, he averaged 18 points and 7 rebounds per game. quasi-all-star.
Another example is the white shooter Leg Brother. He is a dispensable small role in the Bullets, and his team status is almost the same as that of Big Ben.
But he has won the All-Star Three-Point Contest, and in 2011, he was selected into the top ten three-pointers in NBA history along with Bird, Ray Allen, Steve Kerr, Reggie Miller and others. !
Looking at it this way, it's not that the Wizards can't do three-pointers, it's just that they don't pay attention to three-pointers.
"Huh? Where's Da Ben?"
Lin Yu frowned. All his plans revolved around Da Ben. Now he didn't even see Da Ben among the players, which made Lin Yu panic.
